My undiagnosed multiple disorders are beyond infinity times stronger than girls and there sexually powers comparing to those weak normal people if u know what i mean lol hahahahaha

my life sucks i masturbate all the time.i have 1 friend and he moved halfway cross america. my dads manic depressive(it means hes bipolar and he gets so depressed he gets temporarily insane. i am too pussy to even cut myself! i have a whole list of probable disorders i myself might have a.d.d,, bipolar of my own, obsessive compulsive. i am goodlooking but my social status is so low ill never get laid. god sucks. life sucks. reply now or ill never get to read em since im gonna commit suicide. p.s. my parent(notice how theres no s at the end) doesnt even know i have a problem and is no help. fuck!!!!!!!!!!

F21 i confess that i’ve always struggled with eating disorders & my weight. i weigh about 135lbs (5’4) right now but i wish my boyfriend would restrict my food , call me a fat pig while he fucks me, and weigh & humiliate me. sometimes he covers my whole body when he fucks me & watches porn & i always cum so hard 

Just watched the British doco that 'exposed' Jimmy Saville's underage exploits. Another Knight in Shining Armor exposes Bad Guy report we seem to be cheering on lately.

So a scandal is created about some charismatic arsehole who took advantage of girls infatuated by fame. Girls old enough to get themselves to his hotel room and greedy enough to think he'd make them famous and that they might be the 'special' one. Girls smart enough to know they weren't going to just be reading songbooks in his room alone. Girls, now old women complaining about abuse; not destroyed, only old and cranky that no-one wants to touch their tits anymore, that they didn't end up being 'special', that they were just one of dozens; complaining now that he's dead and unable to defend himself.

Educated and influential media presenters are calling it a scandalous example of peadophalia and heads are rolling in high places. The public follows along and creates facsimile opinions. A whole bunch of disparate social problems and personality disorders are mashed into one big witch hunt mentality. Meanwhile the real molesters, the ones abusing their official positions of trust and responsibility to care for the Vulnerable; continue on protected by Church and Tradition, happy to see Public opinion so confused and ineffectual.

People can be pretty stupid and not realize that the instinctive aversion they feel for any subject touching on age appropriation of sexuality is fear that they may not be a good person themselves, according to some law. This is while they have little problem with the gross sexualization of minors in popular entertainment and advertising.

While the White Knights are out there cleaning up our society and we all follow along like a bunch of sheep, the real problems behind sexual exploitation of minors, and other vulnerable people, will never be addressed. The rules constraining content on this site are probably good to stop gratuitous exploitation material, but you can see how rules become games, and another avenue to properly expose and explore real problems in our society is shut down.

what the fuck is Borderline Personality disorder?

For my protection and my friend this is a fantasy story. it is up to you to decide if it is true or not. but i am not saying that it is. This did not really happen. But, if it did, I would be confessing something that has haunted me for 2 years. My wife of 10 years died of an aneurism suddenly while she was at work. She was an executive assistant for a large company in San Francisco. We had no children. A friend of hers called me in tears before the police arrived at my place of business, which I will not identify. Oddly, I was composed while being told on the phone, kind of. I kept repeating "what?, what?" as if I didn't understand what she was saying. Her crying and sobbing made it clear this wasn't a bad joke. But, I just kept saying "what?" "what?", getting a bit loud at the end. None of my coworkers noticed my demeanor given the nature of our work. My reaction could have been consistent with a normal business call. I cannot explain. I don't remember hanging up the phone. I was sitting there with my mind spinning. trying to make sense of the phone call. I was in complete denial. After a few minutes, I started playing solitaire on my laptop. crazy, i know. but, i didn't know what to do. somehow, the game actually distracted me and I managed to put the phone call behind me. I was strangely at some kind of weird peace. But then I fainted when I saw 2 uniformed police officers standing at the end of the hallway asking a coworker which one was me. When she pointed at me, I suddenly blacked out from shock. They revived me shortly. I did not injure myself in the fall. The older female officer asked me to confirm my name, and then told me what I already knew. I got sick. I threw up until I was dry heaving. I could not believe it. I became hysterical and had to be escorted out by the officers. I didn't really think about it until we arrived at the hospital that they were taking me to identify her body. I panicked. But, a doctor gave me something, I presume a sedative shot. It calmed me down real quick. When they lifted the covering to show her face, i was calm. probably from the drugs. i said, yes that is my wife. next thing I knew I was home. The county medical examiner conducted a pretty quick autopsy to determine the aneurism. I thought those things took longer than that, but I guess they had a good idea what it was and scanned her brain to confirm it.

Her mom took care of the phone calls and funeral arrangements as I was in complete despair. Something that no one knew is that my wife and I were getting a divorce. We had not seen a lawyer or told anyone, yet. She asked for it. That also devastated me. I am an average looking guy, but she was practically a model. She was a cheerleader in high school and college. she was 5 ft 3 in., 120 lbs. light brown hair with hazel eyes. Now she was dead at the age of 33. We had not had sex in 5 years, despite my best efforts. She eventually told me that she had no interest in sex. I did not suspect she was having an affair. I knew her better than that. She knew it was hurting me, so we went to a few specialists and she was diagnosed with hypoactive sexual desire disorder. I did some research and now believe that it could be related to the aneurism that eventually killed her. She was going to file for divorce so that I could find someone who could fulfill my needs. I did not want it but she was very adamant.

A older man I met at church about 3 or so years before this tragedy, ended up being the guy who would be her embalmer at the funeral home. He came to my home to tell me and ask if I wanted him to get someone else, someone I didn't know, to do this THING to my wife. I told him no. it was his job and I trusted him. He kept offering to ask for another embalmer, but I assured him i was fine with it. He was very kind and gentle. He offered his condolences with a tear or two to match my own as he headed for the door. Before I shut the door, he turns abruptly, as if he had forgot something, and asked me if I wanted to see her that night. The transfer to the funeral home from the hospital had already been made. She was in a refrigerated unit at the funeral home. He was going to start the embalming process in the morning once all the paperwork had been filed. I don't know why exactly, but I said yes. I followed him to the home. it was late, probably 11 pm, maybe later. He told me that he was not supposed to do this, so please not to let anyone know. I assured him I would not.

I was expecting stainless steel drawers with handles, like you see in the movies and tv shows, but it was a decent size room that was refrigerated. inside, were three gurneys with people who had died that day. One was my wife, another was a 70+ year old man who had died of a massive heart attack earlier that day while having lunch with his wife. He was a large man, maybe 6 ft 2, 270 or 290, i don't know maybe 300. big guy. the covered body on the third gurney was shaped very similar to my wife. He told me it was a girl who was a passenger in a car with another girl who crashed while texting and driving. the driver lived. This girl, was not wearing her seatbelt. she was thrown fro the vehicle and broke her neck. died instantly. He couldn't keep talking about it. for some reason, the young girls death chokes him up and effects him more than even my wifes. I assume it was because she was so young. a mere teen. He starts to say something, but stops.

So, he's quite emotional after this day and says I can stay as long as I like, until he comes back to get me or I came looking for him, whichever happened first. He was going into the chapel area to nap on one of the benches.

he left me alone with three dead bodies in a cold room. I stood there for what seemed like several minutes before I approached my wifes body. I pulled back the covering. There she was, as I had seen her before. I stared at her still made up face from work. They hadn't had a chance to clean her up for embalming yet. She was very white, kinda bluish. But, still just as attractive as the girl I fell in love with in college.

I guess it was an impulse. without even looking around to make sure no one was watching, I pulled the covering down to expose her breasts. I don't know how its supposed to work, post morten, but her nipples, which I hadn't seen in 5 years, were very erect. Her breasts are not very big. She is a small b cup, but still very perky for her age. NOW, I looked around and even went to the chapel to see if my friend was awake. He was snoring loudly.

I suddenly, with a very confusing mix of guilt and excitement, started getting hard. I hurried back to the cold room. I realized I had left the covering half off while I checked on my friend. I didn't bring a jacket, so I was pretty chilly, but my blood starting flowing and suddenly I began to warm up. I pulled my phone from my pocket. i was going to take some nudies of my dead wife. at that point, my cock had taken over and I didn't care how messed up any of this was.

so, with a shudder, I pulled the covering all the way off to the floor. I was in shock. I was expecting a bush, considering she had no interest in sex, but there she was... with the thinnest most perfectly trimmed landing strip I had ever seen on her. I was naturally confused, but didn't waste time wondering "why" she did it, or possibly "for whom" she was doing it. I started snapping photos and got very excited.

that's when things got out of hand. I was so turned on, I wanted to see her pussy. on the table, her cold outer labia was flesh colored and closed. I spread the covering on the ground and picked her up to put her on the floor.

rigor mortis is unsettling to say the least. while her legs and arms did bend down under the weight of gravity, her left leg and left arm seemed to stay more stiff. even her head didn't fall back like I would have expected.

i got her to the floor. and had a difficult time getting her legs to come apart. I finally figured to massage the legs to make them more pliable. eventually, she lay on the cold floor, naked, legs spread showing her perfect and tight pussy. and she was dead.

i didn't stop to think. i kept taking pictures and then realized... i realized the obvious. it was cold, but I got my pants down to my knees and knelt to the floor.

I don't believe in god like most people. i believe in a higher power but don't think he pays any attention to us. i hope I am right. i put my cock against her freezing cold pussy. rigor mortis, no moisture in her pussy, no lubricant. i was screwed.

i had gone this far. i wasn't going to be denied the pussy that was legally mine, at least while she was alive. I started going through drawers. finally, two rooms down the hall, I found some lubricant that I didn't even want to think about why they had it.

Back in the room, I dropped to the floor. I greased up my still throbbing cock. then, gently started applying lube to her pussy. it didn't feel as soft and fleshy as i remembered, but once I got my cock in, I remembered the ecstasy of having sex with my beautiful loving wife.

her eyes were closed, so I wiped my hands and opened them. I was a little surprised when they stayed open. I was fucking my dead wife as she seemed to look at me. I suddenly came harder than i can ever remember. it just kept pumping cum until it started oozing out her vagina.

i fell to the floor next to her. started playing with her erect nipples. and it wasn't more than 2 minutes before my erection returned.

as i lay on the floor, i could see the other two gurneys against the wall, side by side... then I got an evil thought in my head. yes, you know what I did.

I jumped up. penis purple and throbbing out of control. I walked slowly over to the other dead girl. I had no idea what she looked like.

I pulled back the cover and my jaw dropped. she was the most perfect looking blonde I had ever seen. her hair was cut short, up to her neck. And if i had any doubts about if she was a natural blonde before, I just saw the proof. a small patch of silky blonde hair sitting on top of her pussy mound. her tits were also not very big, but thats okay. she had thin, but muscular legs that made them look longer than they were. I noticed a nasty scrape on her left arm and left hip. not too big, and they had been cleaned.

the sheet goes to the floor next to my dead wife. this girl was even lighter than my wife. And somehow she seemed a bit more limber. I don't know why. I repeated the process., massaging her legs until they parted and revealed the smallest set of pussy lips I've ever seen. In a perfect clam shape with still some rosy pinkness left. her lips were also fuller than my wifes. not a lot, but they were cushiony to the touch. I took some books from a nearby shelf to put under their heads so I could see their faces better.

The girls eyes were still closed. When I opened them, they were bright gray, like so many movie stars. except for the scrapes from the accident, her flesh was smoother than my wifes, as a teen girls flesh would be. My wife was stunning. The perfect sex object now displaying her wares. And now this strange girl, legs spread, bright gray eyes appearing to look into mine. neither naked female able to smile, since they were dead. I make sure everything ls lubed appropriately and just before i enter this fresh coed, it occurs to me to check something.

I pulled apart her lips and with some work, and found...a hymen. if there is a god, i'm going to hell anyway. I gently enter her. looking into her eyes, then over at my wife who was now watching me fuck a dead teen girl. when I said her pussy was small and tight, and now a hymen? I wasn't kidding. I have an average size penis, about 5-6 inches. but, the blood had been pumping so long, I has as thick as I was long at this point.

I started to think it was't going to work, then decided I was going to MAKE it happen. the lube was adequate. I pulled back for a forceful thrust and grabbed her shoulders for support as I pushed hard. i felt ripping flesh. i mean lots of ripping flesh. i looked down and saw some blood. just what rubbed off her vagina as I made her a woman. I kept going. my god, it was impossibly tight. within a minute, i had again cum more than i thought i had in me.

i cleaned myself off, thinking it was time to put everyone back in place. but, i saw them again. lying side by side. these two beautiful women, totally naked. and totally mine to do as I wish.

I rolled the both over. they could have been mother and daughter. perfect asses. just absolutely perfect. i lubed up. started pumping my wifes asshole. When she was alive, she said that is something she would NEVER EVER do. out of the question. Yet, there I was. pushing my cock into her asshole. it felt a little, grainy, i guess? but obviously very tight. She was dead. I could go as deep as I wanted. I pushed and pushed, grinding into her cold, but bouncy soft ass cheeks. it felt incredible.

then, the girl. it felt about the same, but her ass was smoother, heaving and swollen, although, quite cold which I had gotten used to. I managed to lift her to her knees, sort of. i grabbed her tits and pulled myself into her as deeply as I possible could. that's when the final and most powerful gushing of cum started. I'm laying on her back kissing her neck as my cock empties into her. at that moment i thought of the girl who was driving. how much more guilty she would feel if she saw her friends hymen and asshole torn to shreds because she couldn't wait to text later.

an hour or so later, I had cleaned everything up. found new coverings. the old ones were quite dirty now. and had both in place and looking pretty much like they did when I arrived.

i put the dirty sheets in my car and trashed them later.

after I was sure i had all in order, i woke my friend, the embalmer. he was embarrassed he has slept so long. I told him it was fine, because I got to say goodbye to my wife.

He tells me he is going to stay and start the embalming since its almost morning, anyway. He walks me to the door. gives me a hug and tells me again how sorry he is. then...what he says next, well, that is why I'm confessing today. I'm an evil person. More than you know. My friend, who was kind enough to bring me to the funeral home to see my wife... he tells me what he was too emotionally choked up to say before his chapel nap.

that poor girl in the room with my wife? that was his granddaughter. She had just graduated high school and was heading to a Purity Pledge meeting before heading to Summer Camp. A Christian group of teens that pledge to maintain their virginity until marriage. He said to me that the only solace he could find in this senseless death, is that she will go to her grave having kept her promise.

Yes. I am going to hell.

I have a problem. I click on a video and I often think I don't have time to click on the play button in the center of the screen before the ad box which opens up a new window shows. then i go crazy when it doesn't show up and when I can't take it anymore, I try to click on the play button and bam, the ad box shows up and I click on it forcing me to wait for the window to pop up so I can "x" it. it is driving me crazy. what can I do? it is making my bipolar disorder come about again. I must control myself but I find myself taking chances only to flip out afterwards. help me motherless!!

I must confess, i want to do stuff to my older brother. Just the thought of it makes me hard, enough so that it keeps me awake at night. Technically he's my stepbrother, which makes resisting that much harder.

He's pretty much admitted to being hung as well. Not in a 'showing off' sort of way, but more in a 'joking close friend' sort of way. And being as close a family as we are, he does tell stories of the girls he's been with and the things he's done, usually just for lols.

He's also hot. I have to avert my eyes sometimes because of his looks. Chicks dig him an aweful lot, from the goatee to the rockin bod. He's one of the lucky few with the 'glandular disorder' that actually makes you thinner. So even though he eats like a pig, he gains literally no fat. (I like to joke that he's found the fountain of youth and is a cheap bastard for not telling us lol)

I dont know what i want to do about this. I mean, he knows i like guys, and he doesn't have any problem with it. And we're already super close. But we have plans for life in the future, like living together (As brothers), and making awesome cars and guns and reccording videogames for youtube and stuff. There's no telling how or if my selfish actions might ruin that.

At the same time, i know he wants some attention. We've even texted back and forth about 'wanting some'. Not from each other though, he simply says 'yeah, well it's not easy' and then starts talking about himself and girls.

He actually wants a girl who wont take his attention away from the family too much, but at the same time isn't just an easy lay or a diseased slut.

It already kills me inside not getting any dick, we have alot in common (Enough to move out together, where he says he'll 'be so bored with someone else that he might kill them') and we both have alot of pent up... i think the term is 'sexual aggression'. You could also think of it as 'payback' for him being such a great brother.

I once joked about 'touching it' a year or two ago, and he just sort of blew the idea off. I dont know if he did it because of how he felt, or even if he just doesn't like joking about stuff like that (Stories are one thing, actions are another). He might even have done it because he doesn't think i'm that crazy.

Well i am that crazy. I wanna touch it, smell it, feel the warm, girthy slap of it on my face as he tells me to do things to it. I just want it to happen out of nowhere too, like maybe playing games, going to the bathroom, and then coming back to him with his dick out.

It's driving me crazy, but i'm too afraid of what might happen if i do take that plunge to actually do anything.

At least it feels good to get it out of my system like this. Thanks motherless lol.

I'm a fairly average white dude from the ACT, in Australia. I'm 20, have a bit of chub to me, but otherwise an average bodysize/weight and long hair. My cock is only 6", but I still would like to make a request. I'm currently on a series of medications for my mental disorders (Namely panic disorder.) that have made it impossible for me to cum on my own, I am looking for a female partner to contact me for... well, anything. A blowjob and a friendship, just a one-time fling, it doesn't particularly bother me. It's not like me to go out on a limb like this, especially due to my general discomfort when dealing with others, but I am at my wits end. Hell, even just some people to talk to/get advice from to help with my problem.

Sincerely, Frustrated White Dude.

She's never been through puberty or needed a bra: Woman, 25, is trapped in body of a 12-YEAR-OLD
Kate Quinn is appealing to doctors to find a cure
She is thought to be the only woman in Ireland with the condition

By Emily Allen

Last updated at 6:52 PM on 8th January 2012

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A 25-year-old woman is trapped in the body of a 12-year-old and is appealing to medics to help cure her rare condition.

Kate Quinn is believed to be the only woman in Ireland to have Caudal Regression Syndrome (CRS).
The rare disorder, which she discovered

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-2083909/Shes-puberty-needed-bar-Woman-trapped-body-12-year-old-appeals-help-cure-rare-condition.html

If you try to date girls who go for the so called "alpha" males you're making a BIG mistake right off. Studies have consistently shown that girls who go for this type of conceded, self centered assholes have considerably low IQ's (just check the american journal of psychology archives). Usually these "asshole" types have some kind of psychiatric disorder such as personality disorders (narcissistic, anti-social). so only deranged women will date them.

Do I have a disorder or something? Lol

I have a desire to fuck guys I'm not attracted to. Or specifically, have them fuck me, do whatever they want to my body. I especially have fantasies about them doing things to me I don't enjoy/hate.

Example...I recently saw this old, fat, hairy (like backhair so thick I could yank it) at the beach and I couldn't help fantasize about him feeling me up, being pervy, forcing me to suck his dick.

I think about getting ganged up on by homeless people. Felt up by strangers I don't find attractive. I've gone so far as to sit in my car at a truck stop and masturbate. I know at least 2 of the truckers caught a glimpse, because they stood and watched for a bit. And I just thought, god if you pulled me out of my car and took me by force I'd cum so fast (and I didn't while I was.masturbsting, thinking about this).

Again found absolutely none of them attractive. Honestly, the opposite, I found them kind of ugly and gross. I almost never fantasize about the people I actually find attractive. What's wrong with me???

I confess I have a big problem,

I'm a moderately good looking 28yo man, I'm an outgoing entertainer (Stand-Up Comedian, Actor, & Singer) I don't have a problem getting women, keeping them is another story.

I have bi-polar disorder & ADHD I'm very stable but my thoughts are always set on hyper-drive. Because of this and my level of testosterone I have a very high sex drive.

I am a voyeur & a exhibitionist also very sexually open minded. I have fantasies of watching my woman fuck other men and women. I don't know if it's just the conservative mid west where I live but I have trouble meeting freaky ass women like this.

I'm not looking for sluts there are plenty of those but they're mostly in denial and won't do crazy fun stuff.

Any ideas how I can meet these kind of women?

confession... i have a nice body, but the truth is that i have a eating disorder. and my body is still not good enough for me. plus i smoke a lot of weed so i at then throw up. unattractive... i know.

Does anyone else have starvation or eating disorder fetishes? I'm a sick little girl who needs a sick daddy to love her.

The best type of women is a nasty, depraved, incestiousanal licking bi, slut that feels her willingness do ass to mouth with an old homeless man makes her a better person for do it. She sees it as a community service. She feels pride when she gets to have an exsperance that a uote unquote upstanding women would be washed witth crippling shame at the thought of taking part in an activity like this. Most any upstanding bitch would try to slut shame any women she knew of that would do anything even close to this. Then out of the women who would fuck a stranger reather out of horneyness or because the stranger hasn't had pussy for decades and they feel sorry for the stranger they would suffer shame and a lose of selfasteam. Then most would slut shame anyone they knew to be slutty in a hypocritical attempt to distinguish thier own inter slut. These woman usaly if not always suffer through thier life. Depression suicidla thoughts and other mental disorders. Then some turn to thier God and start attending church. That only adds to thier suffering in thier life most of the time well at least it has for every self hating slut I've known. I don't look down on the normal upstanding women near as much as I do the self loathing sluts. Hell a whore gets more respect from me. So what I am saying it is the slut witch is both a goddess and a worthless piece of trash in my eyes, all depending on her views about sex and how open minded they are.

I have post traumatic stress disorder now. The nightmares are getting so much worse. I scream in my sleep. Sometimes the sound of my own voice wakes me up. I sleep with a knife under my pillow and always wake up holding it. Everything triggers flashbacks. Once they start, they repeat for hours. I live my life in a constant state of fear.

I think I have a personality disorder... Sometimes I feel like a black man in a white woman's body...

then I pull out

hi i,m john and i confess that i have sleeping disorder called sexsomnia. everytime i go to sleep i try to have sex with my girlfriend or i jus lay beside her wanking. this isn t realy a problem when i m sleeping with her. i work for a company selling insurance and twice a year we meet in dublin in a hotel for a week long committee meeting and team building. i ended up sharing a room with another man. i didnt think it would be a problem cause we sleep in single beds. but after 2 nights of been in the same room he started smiling at me fun in the morning.been self consious about my sleeping disorder i wait till he was sleeping the 3 night or so i though. once he though i was sjeeping he got out of his bed and came toward me i jus lay there with my eyes closed pretending to sleep even when he poked me and said my name i still just lay there. when he was confident i was sleeping he started to rub my cock through the blankets.the whole time i just lay there it was actual turning me to be molsted when i was suppose to be sleeping.i gentle turned my head toward him and i could see he was wanking his hard cock while he wanked my hard cock. i let a gentle moan out and he laughted and said your enjoying this you dirty cum slut. as i was still laying still he took my hand and put it around my hard cock then he move to my face and started pushing his cock in my mouth. i was so horny at this stage i opened my mouth and let him fuck my mouth. after only a few min he came in my mouth while i wanked my self and came all over myself. tha next day i sat beside him in the meetings, smiling at him everytime he looked at me. that night when he came up to the room after been in the pub for a few hours i was laying on his bed naked. when he asked what i was doin i told him he didn t have to wait till i was sleeping to night. that was the start of a great week long fucking session. can't wait till 6 months till i get to dublin again and maybe see his hard cock again

I confess that I have a very rare condition called REM behavior disorder. I literally act out my dreams.

It's like sleepwalking on steroids, because I don't just walk around like a fucking zombie, but I'm fully aware of what I'm doing, but it's a dream. During REM sleep, we dream. Blood pressure rises, rapid eye movement occurs (that's the REM acronym), we breath irregularly and, most importantly: muscle paralysis occurs, so that normal people can't move when they dream. Well, people like me with RBD don't have this muscle paralysis, so it's possible to walk, talk, etc. Some people with RBD get violent, thankfully I don't. I panic.

Here's a recent RBD sleepwalk episode I had: I dreamt that there was an intruder in our home who had poured gasoline all over our bedroom and who was about to set the house on fire. I armed myself with a baseball bat, woke up my girlfriend, and had only three concerns:

1. Get her into safety
2. Don't set the house on fire
3. Deal with the intruder who was probably still in the house

I told my girlfriend to "go to the neighbors, call the cops, don't turn on the light". I was so fucking concerned about her, I just wanted to get her out of there, bedcause I really thought that the whole room would burst into flames in a matter of seconds. Contrary to normal nightmares, I don't wake up when the dream gets too intense. But when I wake up in those RBD dreams, I'm awake from one second to another. It took my girlfriend a few seconds to wake up, she knows about my condition so she knew what's going on. She quickly turned on the light and I was awake. The next day, I had to promise her to see a doctor...

I think that Africans are dumb niggers. Seriously, who in the world is so dumb to mutilate the girls and cut their clits? This is common practice in many African countries. There's only one other group of idiots that do mutilate genitals and which is not in Africa: Jews.

Bottom line:

Niggers and Jews suffer from severe mental disorder leading to mutilate the vaginas and penises of their kids. Fucking idiots.

I confess, I'm afraid.

I've got borderline personality disorder, and it makes me view things quite black-and-white. Which made me cause problems in my previous relationships, blowing shit way out of proportion, and causing scenes at slights most other people would find trivial. That made me lose shitload of really good girlfriends, and subsequent emotional fuckups make me sort my shit out and be a better man.

Then I met the girl who'd end up as my future wife. She's a geek and gamer like me, and a kindred spirit. And considering my previous track record, I'm doing my best to be a best husband ever. Well, apart from still hanging around here, unfortunately. Anyways, it was her birthday recently, and I broke my back trying to find two (2! not one, but TWO!) awesome presents for her, one being a coop game of Portal 2. Ofcourse, the idea was we'll play together. That being a coop game, and we both being gamers. And the game launched today, and I spend the whole day abstaining from even running it once, so we could game together. It was a kind of geeky variant of saving yourself for marriage. And now I'm snapping.

What happened? At around 3 pm, she notifies me she set up a coffee at 6pm with a fellow geek for some costumes. At around 3:30, she notified me a friend of hers will be dropping by at 5 pm. She came home at 4:30. Friend stuck around up to 6pm. Then we rushed to that coffe. Got back at 8:30. And during all that time she saw me sulking. And when we got back, she asked if we'd play Portal. I said "I don't feel like it. I think it's stupid to start playing now, get all into it, and then hit the sack soon after." She went to kitchen and cried. I comforted her halfheartedly.

And here's what's pissing me off:
a) She KNEW the game's release date was today. Fuck, she messaged me during the day that she can't wait to come and play. And the date being so close to her birthday was the whole reason d'etre of presents.
b) She KNEW how I waited all day long, not touching the game until she came home. I even joked about that I'll have blue fingers (as opposed to blue balls).
c) All those meetings could've been relocated another day. Like, for instance, TOMORROW, when's the only day in a fucking week that I have unavoidable afternoon obligations, and we couldn't play coop anyway.
d) Today was the only day when we could free up the whole afternoon. Tomorrow I've got those weekly unmodifiable plans. Thursday is our gaming group, and contrary to me, she actually is a social person. Friday we're travelling to see my folks, staying till monday. Tuesday I'm tutoring kids, wednsday plans again, thursday probably more tutoring and then gaming group. Fuck, the way things seem, we'll not have a completely free afternoon for next two weeks!

So where are we now? Well, she's in the next room. Playing the game. I'm here ranting on a fucking porn site. And I'm seriously thinking about doing something incredibly stupid, like deleting my Steam account. Just because of 4 fucking hours today. It's my borderline personality coming back up, and that's why I'm afraid.

Several surveys were passed around by the Pentagon to evaluate soldiers' allegiances and any issues command might need to address. One of the questionnaires outlined a scenario wherein the Army was called upon to disarm, detain, and concentrate citizens in "safe" locations away from their homes. Among the questions was, "Would you fire on American citizens who have been ordered to disarm if they refused to comply?" Fully 60% (at that time) of soldiers answered that they would do so. This was well below the Pentagon's desired result, so a concerted program has been enacted with a great deal of focus on military operations in urban terrain (MOUT) complete with scenarios wherein "citizens" are disarmed and detained. It's going on now; the military is war-gaming widespread civil disorder RIGHT NOW. A campaign is on RIGHT NOW to weed strong, right-minded White soldiers out of the military and replace them with "minorities," citizenship seekers from other nations, muslims, weak (race-traitor) Whites, and faggots. To some degree this will work to our advantage, for this policy will most assuredly weaken the force.

We must have a clear leadership corps when the time comes. An army without leadership quickly devolves into a mob and mobs are easily crushed. A mod with no leadership will quickly be portrayed as a bunch of angry, White people with a grudge against "poor, victimized minorities." Remember, they are only minorities in White nations.

i confess that I want a young girl friend with naughty secrets that only i know. I love girls with eating disorders who make themselves throw up to stay skinny... I think it is so fucking sexy. I love the intimacy of knowing each others secrets. Also love young girls who bf or family thinks that you are a perfect little angel but really have a naughty, nasty, taboo side. If you secretly love being used, or called a slut, or purge, i want to talk to you, i want to tell you how fuckign sexy it is, and want to be the only one to know your secrets. my yahoo is alive.livin

The "B4U-ACT" conference Aug. 17 hosted by psychiatric professionals discussed eliminating the stigma against pedosexuals, and proposes that the American Psychiatric Association (APA) redefine pedophilia as a normal sexual orientation of "Minor-Attracted Persons."

In 1973, our "post Kinsey era," a small APA committee of psychiatrists, quite terrified by homosexual public harassment, quoted Kinsey's human sexuality study and other scientific data to redefine homosexuality as normal, removing it from the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual (DSM) of mental disorders.

B4U-ACT goals are to "help mental health professionals learn more about attraction to minors and to consider the effects of stereotyping, stigma, and fear." This group of professionals also wants to teach pedosexuals "how to live life fully and stay within the law," insofar as the law is presently stated.

The psychiatrists discussed what "age of consent" should be proposed and what role pornography plays as a causative factor in actual child sex abuse. The prior was left as an open matter, and regarding the latter all participants agreed that scientific evidence showed no harm stemming from pornography as viewed by adults or minors in actual sex abuse cases.

Speakers discussed many examples of pedosexuals as healthy, normal and unfairly victimized by stigma and vitriol whipped up by the media and special interest groups. Examples were given of evidence regarding pedophiles that never forced children, and in some cases the evidence even pointed to them as being gentle and loving. At the same time, a researcher did cite "victims" who have been raped and that these perpetrators do indeed deserve punishment.

One young female speaker suggested that research has shown that pedosexuals might be helped by engaging in "sex play" using naked pictures of pseudo children. In some cases the therapy has been shown to be enhanced with props like bridal gowns, stockings, & etc. This Ph.D. social worker noted her objection, based on scientific evidence, to any repression toward the subjects.

B4U-ACT sees this conference as a way of fighting the stigmatization of attraction to children and the combination with, or confusion of pedophiles with "child molesters". Of course, "pedophile" has become cultural shorthand for "abuser" which, understandably, with the increasingly white hot emotionalism that has attached itself to this subject and increased exponentially over the last decade or two around it. Richard Kramer, director of B4U-AC, and other professionals state that such scientific wisdom is based on skewed data that looks only at offenders, and that many child molesters are not technically "pedophiles" (i.e., they offend because they are preditory and act out of opportunity, not sexual attachment).

There is a general consensus within the medical community that pedophilia is a sexual orientation and as such is unlikely to change, just as with homosexuality. Fred Berlin, director of the Sexual Behavior Consultation Unit at Johns Hopkins, states that out of the pedosexuals that have acted, then afterward entered treatment, "...there are large numbers of people who experience these attractions and with proper help go on and don't continue to 'offend'. There is good evidence to show that that's the case."

Berlin says many psychiatrists & others are concerned that the term "has become a stigmatizing pejorative," a way of saying "that somebody is less than human." Pedosexuals are unlikely to get much sympathy from the general public for being stigmatized, but Berlin says it's in society's best interest to resist demonizing them. The idea is to try to get folks who want therapy to "come forward and get help..."

Few of us in the general public are capable of thinking about pedophiles, or hebephiles, in emotionless, scientific terms; but, luckily, we aren't the ones charged with treating them, or defining who "they" are.

OP here. When I was a kid, I went into 7-11 in Redmond, Wa. to buy a candy bar. Outside there were a dozen or so older ladies picketing the store because it sold Playboy and Penthouse. When I entered the store, I got a few snide remarks for crossing their "line". As I began to leave I was surrounded by these ladies and yelled at for patronizing the store. Without a word, I turned around, re-entered the store, walked to the counter and purchased Penthouse magazine. When the clerk asked if I wanted a bag, I said "no, thank you." If you think I caught hell before, you should have heard them when I left! When I was able to get a word in, I told them I purchased the magazine BECAUSE of them. If they hadn't bothered me I would've bought my candy bar and simply left. I explained, "you know what ladies? The barn door is open and the cow is gone. If this REALLY bothered you, why didn't you stop it when Playboy first came out 25 years ago? Where were you then? It's just too bad, but you're fighting a lost cause." You could have heard a pin drop when the realization finally fell upon them. And at only 16 or 17 I was amazed at my composure in this circumstance.

What's the point? Well my friends, it is this: Homosexuality, Sadomasicism, and other behaviors have been considered and listed by "authorities" as mental illness, as hebophilia and pedophilia are currently. Because of societal changes and increasing pressure, homosexuality and other activity has been declassified as such in many cultures. Once again, my friends, the barn door has been opened and the cow has left. Once social mores have changed & accepted a behavior, its only a matter of time, and dare I say a right, that other behaviors follow.

This is not to say there are no "illegal" homosexual activities. There are. Just as there are with hetrosexuality. And it does not mean that all hebophilia or pedosexuality would be "legal" either. It wouldn't be. But in a day in age where teens and even younger are educated about, and experiementing with sexuality, and in many cases know more about it then many adults, it's hard to believe that society won't evolve as it did with its views toward homosexuality, S&M, and other one time so-called aberrant behaviors.

I've posted this thread in a way that many people are seemingly unwilling, or likely unable to do when discussing this subject; in an unemotional fact-based way, with a view upon history and societal evolution. You may agree with much of this post or you may disagree, BUT be warned, if you post over emotional, out of control, and simply idiotic responses like, "KILL PEDOS!", or "I WANNA FUCK YOUR KID!", you will be considered by everyone else who reads and posts on this thread to be the intellectually inferior moron that you are, and simply laughed at.

(Mods: The posted picture is of a totally legal, over 18 actress by the name of Kristine DeBell, as posted for Playboy magazine. Please do not delete. Thank you.)

Tomorrow I am turning 23 and I confess that I am completely unqualified and also a virgin.

I suspect I have learning and cognitive disorders which greatly inhibit my ability to perform well in a variety of work environments. I am financially in the gutter - I have around 210 pounds to my name, and I am currently unemployed.

I have a bunch of physical disorders too. I have an extremely small and atrophying dick, severe downward curvature too, and I have been completely sterile since puberty. I have a bunch of other bodily disfigurements too - deformed ribs, facial scars and Vitiligo.

I have no close family left and haven't had a close friend in about 3 years.

Tonight I am taking my life.

I wish nothing but pain and misery on all of you. And yeah, if I had access to arms? I would go to my nearest school and shoot it up.

Loophole?

The law seems like such a fucking biased-ASS!!!!

I think Prosecuting a minor for their personal behaviors conflicts with the same reasons the law deems them incompetent to make decisions.

This is not a case of ignorance of the law. This could by definition by other aspects of the the law regarding mental disorder, be placed in the same category. Since the law is categorizing minors as being unable to make decisions for themselves then they could thus be classifies as mentally retarded, and need of counseling.

comparison in point;
I had an adult friend that was not able to be "let loose" on his own because he was diagnosed as mentally incompetent and not able to make lifetime decisions for himself so he was "taken care of" by the state. Eventually they let him be independent.

This to me has a comparison to a child deemed incompetent to take care of themselves until a parent/ guardian deems them capable of doing so. So why is 18 the magic number? people develop at different rates.

And don't tell me mental disorder is no comparison to inexperience to life. We all mentally develop as we get older, so we start off comparable to a retard and our minds develop and grow as we take in experience and knowledge. So on a lighter note young adults make stupid decisions, like robbing a convenient store, because their minds don't fathom what they will get if they put 2 and 2 together (aka. didn't think of the TV camera aimed at their sweet faces) due to of lack of brain power.

Try holding an argument with an intellectual, you will look like a moron every time.
Soooo...I'd like to know what Zagg thinks about this, or any lawyers fapping on this site.

I've just had three whole weeks off work.Great I needed a good break.
The last week(first week back)has been hell.
I'm certain that my work mate has stopped taking his medication for bipolar disorder(I'm pretty sure he doesn't know that I know of his condition)
Does anyone in motherless land have any stories to tell regarding bipolar disorder?

My sister-in-law came to stay with us at the weekend as she was going to a hen party in the city we live in. She's got red hair, and fairly big tits and I've always thought she's pretty good looking but nothing more than that.

3am next morning I'm woken up to someone banging on our front door so I get out of bed to answer it and it's a taxi driver. She is in the back seat completely covered in her own sick which is all in her hair and clothes (pretty disgusting) and also all over the inside of the taxi and he tells me to take her inside and that he wants £100 for the fee + soiling charge or he's calling the police for her "drunk and disorderly" behaviour. I check her purse and she only had £20 so I just paid the rest to save any hassle and figured I'd get the other £80 from her the next day.

She can barely walk so I help her inside, walk her to the bathroom and suggest she takes a shower to clean herself up. Completely out of it, she starts to take all her clothes off in front of me and when I try to leave she nearly falls over so I have to stay to make sure she doesn't hurt herself. Now completely naked, I help her into the bath where she decides to lie down so I have to hose her down myself. At this point she is starting to get very sleepy as well and is incapable of doing anything herself so I dry her with a towel as best I can and then pick her out of the bath, carry her to her room and put her in bed still naked. I then got her clothes and towel and dumped them in her room.

It got me instantly hard seeing her like that and it was pretty difficult to not do anything to her but I didn't know what her memory would be like so didn't want to risk anything. I did get a few good gropes whilst drying and carrying her though which would have passed as "accidental" if questioned later. I then went back to bed and gave my wife a good fucking to reward myself for such restraint.

Next morning I wake up and go downstairs and she is having breakfast with my wife telling her the story of how she was sick all over herself and another girl in the club she was in and then somehow managed to get a taxi back to our place, give herself a shower and go to bed, completely oblivious to the real version of events. I didn't say anything but now I'm thinking the longer I leave it the more it looks like I've got something to hide and I don't want it to be awkward between us, but if I don't then I'm not getting the £80 she owes me back. I think it's probably worth it.

ML, I confess that I woke up a few minutes ago at 2:00 AM. with really bad pain in my stomach. It felt like I was being stabbed with a knife. After I was up for a few minutes I passed a large amount of gas that was very loud and lasted at least 15 seconds. The effect was almost immediate ! My sleeping dog woke up and left the room. The smell was disgusting and I can only describe it as maybe what baking shit in your kitchen oven might be like. My eyes began to water as I gagged and fought off the heaves as the vomit was reaching the back of my throat. My stomach began churning and I had to make it to the bathroom fast ! I just reached the toilet when my ass had a massive blowout. I filled the bowl within seconds. It took two flushes two get it all down the bowl. The entire house at this point reeked of shit. With my eyes still watering and gagging I was fumbling for a can of disinfectant spray which was in the very back of a disorderly cabinet. I sprayed my entire house and emptied the large can. Things are better now. The stomach pain is gone and the house only smells faintly of shit. I only regret is that this didn't happen at work around my enemies and make them puke. Food Poisoning maybe ???

Does anyone else have starvation or eating disorder fetishes? I'm a sick little girl who needs a sick daddy to love her.

I want to shoot my parents in the shoulders so they are debilitated for life, and then kill myself. I am ALWAYS the problem in their mind because they have borderline personality disorder. They also have narcissistic personality disorder, so they are ALWAYS right, and anytime I criticize them negatively they get super pissed off at me.

If I do something they do, I am in trouble.
If I clean up their mess so I can use the workspace, I am in trouble.
If they clean up my workspace and I complain about it, I am in trouble -_-

Society is going down the hole and creating plenty of people with Cluster B personality disorders, and no one has a clue! No one gets help because they don't take well to criticism...they just abuse people until they snap like I have. Then wonder what went wrong...

Hmm...YOU TREATED THEM LIKE SHIT!!! Don't even fucking rationalize what you did, you STILL DID SOMETHING WRONG!!! Apparently the idea of "an eye for an eye" is a foreign concept now -_- YOU DID SOMETHING WRONG FIRST!!!

What do you guys know about Borderline Personality Disorder and sex.

I am really worried about myself! I've always considered myself "normal", but do enjoy meeting women from Craigslist. A number of years ago I met a woman and got totally sucked into her life - ended up discovering she was Borderline. Took me a year and $10k but I got her out of my life. The next woman on Craigslist that I got to become good friends with told me she was Borderline - I ran like hell! Have met a number of nice women since then in the Casual Encounters sections (where I met the first two), but nothing serious. In the meantime, I've now gotten married to a wonderful, very normal woman, whom I love very much. Recently I was going on a business trip and thought I'd finally be able to fulfill my fantasy of helping a woman get pregnant. I met a woman, and became friends with her before I arrived in town. I really grew to like her, and was happy to help her father a child. She confessed that I was only one of a number of donors. We had a great time together, and during our encounter she told me she was Borderline.

I now feel such a profound loss - I'm not sure why, but I really wanted to stay in touch with her and see her when she was preg, even though it wouldn't likely be mine.

So, now I'm asking myself - WHAT the fuck is it about chicks who are borderline that attracts me so!

I confess that I told my very pretty ex-gf who lost more and more weight and was at the beginning of an eating disorder, that i would love her to be more skinny. At a BMI of 17.5 I made her lose 5 more pounds :D